Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,
The blackness of read more
The prayer of Ajax was for light;
Through all that dark and desperate fight,
The blackness of that noonday night.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
He the sweetest of all singers.
He the sweetest of all singers.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when read more
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
